Friday, 18 November 2011
I Am My Mother Afterall...
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, I am my mother after all.
The final realisation hit me as I bit down into my Ryvita and light cheese spread that I can deny it no more. I am my mother.
I have become a 1978 housewife.
I ride to school on my bike with a basket on the front. Just like my Mum.
I eat two Ryvita's for lunch whilst watching Australian soaps. Just like my Mum. Only she watched The Sullivans and Sons and Daughters. I watch Neighbours and Home & Away.
I help out at my children's school listening to reading. Just like my Mum.
I tell my children to hover over public toilets. Just like my Mum.
I wipe chocolate off their faces with my own spit. Just like my Mum.
I go to coffee mornings whilst the kids are at school. Just like my Mum.
I buy all my school uniform from M&S because, 'it washes well.' Just like my Mum.
I don't like going out on Saturday nights anymore. I used to chastise my Mum for this for having no life when I was a teenager. Now I am to be found with a cup of tea (not even alcohol) on the sofa watching Strictly on a Saturday night. Just like my Mum.
God help my husband...